“Wait!” I cried. “Have you been down to the water yet?”
“No,” she replied, turning with a smile still on her face. “Will you show me the way? I am free tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning it is,” I said. “I’ll see you here at 10, yes?”
“Ten.” She responded. “It’s a date.”
A date.
I am sure (positive, yes) that she did not really mean it in any way but an appointment, a time arranged to see each other, a mutually agreed-upon moment in time to gather and conduct business.
Absolutely positive.
I wonder if she is looking forward to our time on the bay – together – with the same anticipation and impatience as I am.
Yes, Nalini. It is indeed a date.
Mar closed the journal. Joshua Amaranth had written about love in a way she had never seen nor heard. He had captured and crafted in text
